Contempt for others, like masturbation, is best as a secret pleasure.
Your love for me is founded in a sentiment. My love for you is founded in the body. A precarious interchange.
Nothing goes sour more easily than the life of pleasure.
Prudence does not save us, but shows us pictures of our destroyers.
Unlike the ambiguity of life, the ambiguity of language does reach a limit.
Smooth white skin invites something that will leave a trace, a kiss or a slap.